Ha ha ha...
This is really good guys... you're gonna like this... heh heh heh.
See... I was thinking about how I've never kidnapped Blonde on my own but Zaps and Coldy have. And I was thinking about how that didn't make me look so good. So I figured I had to do something about that.
So here's the deal. If it would make me look good to kidnap Blone from Hatman, then imagine how good it would make me look to kidnap Blonde from the guy who kidnapped her from Hatman!
So last night I transformed into a zappling, snuck into the costume shop where Zapman was hiding out, found Blonde, told Zapman and his crew that I was going to go make sure her disguise was working properly, and then took off to my own hideout - a junkyard just outside of town!
Blonde's in the trunk of a car that'll probably be gettin' smashed sooner or later - and I've disguised myself as an ordinary guard dog.
Now who's the baddest member of the Terrible Trio?!
Ha ha ha!!!
-Glomo
18 January, 2007
Glomo's Turn
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I'm on to you Glomo, and here I thought you were the nicest of the Trio. I'm on my way to save Blonde and not even that yellow and blue spotted dog I saw at the junk yard can stop me!
-Hatman
Um... nevermind.
-Glomo
Ok, get this... Hatman showed up at the junkyard lookin' for Blonde. The first time he came by I jumped out, disguised as an ordinary mean junkyard dog barking and growling at him, so he ran away like a big sissie girl!
After that he must have walked by on the other side of the street like 15 times trying to work up some nerve or something.
Finally he slowly crept over, looking back and forth and shiverin' like a wet kitten in November. He took a few steps into the junkyard and then waited. I waited too... this time I wanted to do more than just bark.
After a minute or so of silence, he let out this big, relieved sigh and started walking tall and proud toward the car smasher. Once a good hundred-and-fifty yards were between him and the enterance, I burst out yelpin' and slobberin' and chargin' at him like a starvin' man to a buffett line.
The so-called super-hero let out a scream like I'd never heard in my life, turned tail and ran the other way... but I was on him quicker than you could say "wussy!"
He tried to trick me by pulling a steak out of his hat and tossing it at me, but I kept on a' comin' and bit right into his bottom.
Of course, it was at that point that I realized just who I was biting and where, and I instantly fell down and started gagging.
The sucker got away, but at least he didn't get his precious little girly-friend!
-Glomo
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